Alas, My Dog Is a Mama’s Boy

The following is an actual IM exchange that occurred between me and my roommate, after she spent an evening watching Truman while I was out.

amy: Roo was so depressed after you left

amy: REALLY depressed

jenny: maybe he was just tired?

jenny: (i hope?)

amy: He was lying on his cushion, I went down to the laundry, came back, and he was still in exactly the same place, just staring mournfully at me–even though I came into the apartment with a key and everything

amy: Eventually he went down to your room and was lying there for a while

amy: So I finally went down and asked if he wanted to go in the kennel, and he did.

amy: That was our sad little evening

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3 responses to “Alas, My Dog Is a Mama’s Boy

  1. It IS so sad! Rockwell pined after my parents when they had been for a visit. He laid in the hallway outside the guest room and sighed.

  2. ah, he is a momma’s boy! 🙂

  3. Hi Jenny- I don’t comment often, but I always enjoy your blog (like this entry for example) and nominated you for an “award”. See my blog for details if you are interested 🙂

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